Can't content.

I want for forgetting, for it to come to me by going away.

My longing for forever long gone in its never endingness.

From color in my lovers cheeks as I roused her needs.

No going from here as my feelings always follow along.

A traveler locked in a moment of time and of this place.

My feet still move but no longer dance to the tones.

Hands still reach yet only into the dark when I am weak.

Knowing the nothing of what I had being the past life.

Time ticks and never leaves and nothing of new comes.

Reason, I have tried to plead with persistence for that.

Empathy for emptiness I only taunt myself for such things.

I tell the tale of a new day but in between I lose my grip.

Revolving the pie sections of want, loss, and need come.

Breaths of air escape me and bring back the stale story.

To flavor of forgiveness I may never once taste that now.

I want for finality and familiarity of a moment under glass.

Watching from outside I see the model of my wrongs.

Torn and turning I spin and seem to go always back.

Never needed, or at least never long enough to give in.

There are those who move past, I stay in revolution.

That being my only, my only, my only, revaluation.

© Jeph Rants

Sparerow

A bird she comes to my window.
Her feathers the color of the world.
The song whistled familiar.
A branch just out of my reach.
Her stand taken and grip firm.
She watch's looking for something.
I hear her sing all day out there.
Her tone crisp and in here too.
Even on sunny days I hear her.
When I lay under cover as well.
She comes to my dreams.
The notes floating in my window.
Even with her nest far from here.
Her wings flap to carry her.
Watching me from outside.
She is here to tease me.
For she knows she can fly.

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Woe for Man

A woman is seduction, her gaze to control of movement of every inch of her flesh.

She knows how to caress from a distance with rolling fingers that say come here.

Lashes out against a mans will with only the darkened flicker of her painted lids.

Rolling hips as she walks away and demands that he follow with only a glance back.

A woman is a temptress, who can turn his harsh words into want with soft whisper.

Sliding down her, his only thought is to taste the sweet nectar and to feel her silk.

Taking all desire for riches and control to focus his hardness in the warmth of a sip.

A woman is power, to make mad with passion and want to hear her say his name.

From the way she touches tongue to lips, just to moisten the words she speaks.

To the glance at a thought she hides just under the beauty she does little to contain.

A woman is need, for a man that longs for nothing more than her to be his own.

© Jeph Rants

Reigns.

I am scared as I feel you tremble in my arms.

Waiting for the thunder to come into the morning.

To wake me from this dream that you give.

Afraid this may be over and I cannot stop it.

For a day may come that you are not here by me.

My kiss upon your forehead my fear pushed aside.

Tonight I have you here and I feel you so close.

The suns rise not yet chased you away dear.

No feeling has made me safe as knowing you.

Our connection made again before the nights end.

Knowing of needing has shown me more.

I look deep beyond to see us together for more.

Wanting to know you need not ever worry.

My love is more than just words or feelings.

The knowing of needing I have is who I am now.

I do not fret from the loss but the not showing.

To take forever and live it moment by second.

You will be mine till the morning sun breaks.

But only my last day will be that day my dear.

And the nights will always be safely ours.


© Jeph Rants

Unspoken

There is still something about your kiss that I cannot remove from my thoughts.
It was the way your inhaling took me into you.
Nor can I quit your voice in my head breathing my name ever so soft and blissful.
Chorus of perfection your tone and note carry me.
Other lovers of my past wait in memory's wings for a chance for their recalling.
No chance for them or a new as you have me still.
I need not even close my eyes to see you before me waiting to be taken in full.
Like a madness of happiness an addiction I crave.
My hands upon your flesh and from the curve of your hip to firm of your breast.
No spot untouched by my needing of it all.
Yearning sends more than want for that of a finish but a chance to begin again.
Wrapped within a physical and energetic moment of clarity.
I look up and see you writhing with satisfaction of fulfillment by depth and girth.
There was and is more to this than what was seen.
The beat of your heart felt wrapped around me that connects within your loin.
Pulling me free of every fear we shared alone.
Feverish I find us in places that we have been with one another in that way love.
No time before or after I get found within that time.
Seconds or hours wandering about the past with your smile encouraging my stay.
My only desire to leave the past is to find you now.
A place I find myself within you and your embrace before in hopes for once again.



© Jeph Rants

Truly Sorrow

I know what we had, and what I did.

Never is a night without you there.

So sorry my only love for I lost you.

My arms were wrapped so tight.

I tried to hold you, I tried to fight.

You weeped in my arms like a child.

Enough emotion for a hundred stars.

Hidden beauty were all your scares.

Just a man I was and am but learned now.

Please don't glide down from my grip

From around your waist that I wasted.

Should have made you my loving wife.

Holding forever your fingers for life.

I weep like a child without your arms.

Tears enough for a hundred emotions.

Scares hidden with beauty and devotions.

© Jeph Rants

W. Rittled

Such joy of simple return to seconds in memory.

Rush and pulse of pleasings and ode to a loves flavor.

Tongue moistening the moment again savored.

No fruit nor flesh satisfies my hunger to feed you.

Much of what I know of what I need is me inside.

I hear my name on your lips lunged from within.

So sweetly said with dedication and luscious desire.

No sorrow and no song could express the loss.

Of knowing complete connection of relinquishment.



© Jeph Rants